You're arms were like warm honey, drawing me in at every breath-every taste; but the more I had, the worse I felt.
"I'm turning out the lights to remember how to see, until a renaissance takes place and resuscitates the color of paint and divinity."
المُتابَعون
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wardenscall
Nov 27, 2016 06:37PM
Why are so many people following me all of the sudden????عرض جميع المحادثات